Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
UT,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.